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Morgana was not a witch. Not technically. She was a consultant of the inexplicable . She had a mind like a steel trap and a soul that believed in logic—but she also knew that logic sometimes wore a cloak of shadows.

She raised her espresso cup. “To the next impossible case.”

That night, the reparto set their own trap. Isabella looped the security feed. Mateo calculated the exact second the secret door would open. Abuelo Pepe sat in the shadows, eating pastries of his own. Morgana La Detective Genial Reparto

“Abuelo Pepe, what’s the best way to hide a theft in plain sight?”

And somewhere in the city, a new mystery began to stir. Morgana was not a witch

“The guard, Renzo,” Morgana said. “Where is he?”

Abuelo Pepe sniffed the air. “Smells like almond. Marzipan, maybe.” She had a mind like a steel trap

Renzo was a sweaty man with a guilty smile. “I was here the whole time! I had the only key!”

At the Uffizi, they stood before the empty pedestal. The room had one door (locked from inside by the guard), no windows, and solid stone walls.

Morgana looked at her reparto genial —her brilliant cast of oddballs. The accountant, the hacker, the grandfather. Together, they weren’t just detectives.

Morgana smiled. This was her reparto —the brilliant cast of misfits who made her the greatest detective in the city.